Years ago when I worked at a car factory, I had a black friend who was dying to go to the only strip club in town but did not want to go to an all white strip club without a white chaperone. You laugh, but this was a club that offered ‘Country and Western Night’ and I don’t think they were making a Blues Brothers reference.

The place was a dive in every sense of the word. I wasn’t writing stories then but my brain photographed the place because a place so sleazy needs to be remembered. The chairs were the same quality as a high school classroom. There was one stripper pole and it wobbled. The decor choice was abandoned warehouse.

My friend didn’t care. He was in the promised land of white strippers. He spent bucket loads of money on any girl who gave him a good smile. They loved him right back.

I barely remember that night except for one stripper. She was a brunette and quite frankly I can’t remember if she had a good body or not. All I remember is how she would barely dance and then when people offered her money, she would sigh, stop and get their money and returned to dancing with the same lackluster enthusiasm.

She was my favorite. She hated us. I knew enough about BDSM to know that she was not employing an act of haughty scorn. No, she really hated any sort of contact with us. Every single time money was offered, her shoulders would just sag. If this was a Lifetime movie, the narrator would be discussing how her soul was being crushed with every dollar.

So obviously, I couldn’t stop giving her money. It wasn’t out of empathy. I loved her annoyance. I enjoyed watching the flash of anger in her eyes as she took my money. Her hostility was damn sexy. After awhile she really started to dislike me. I discovered that the brighter my smile, the more pissed she would get. Towards the end of the night she would avoid my part of the stage when it was her time to perform.

Looking back, it’s easy to see why I liked pissing her off. I found the whole strip club experience to be surreal. The girls who were lavishing attention on my married friend who kept giving them money seemed so fake. The most popular stripper of the club was a fake blonde with fake tits. The enthusiasm of the really bad DJ was worse than a perky telemarketer.

I liked pissing off the annoyed girl because her irritation was so real. I don’t know why getting tipped for dancing was pissing her off but once I knew that button was there, I couldn’t stop pushing it. Whole every other dancer was telling me how much they would love to give me a lapdance, this woman’s reluctance to even be near me was something honest.

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Shon Richards is a writer of fine erotica since 1996. This blog is full of dirty stories, forays into erotic madness, explorations of sensual pulp, deep dives into domination and submission, reviews of all forms of erotic medium and the occasional erotic experiment gone mad. Caution is advised as genitals may be aroused.
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My Latest Book

My next interactive erotica novel is available for purchase Amazon. Banging Your Sister-In-Law lets you play an unhappily married man who receives unexpected filthy invitations from his sister-in-law. The man is planning to divorce his wife anyway, so he takes advantage of the family reunion to indulge in some forbidden carnal desires. What he doesn’t know is that his wife is up to something as well and his mother-in-law has very inappropriate plans of her own. All sorts of wrong choices are available for the reader to make.
This is the third book in my Amazon series of interactive erotica. After spending two years writing about the aliens in the last book, I decided to go with something more realistic like adultery, sexual rivalry, cuckholding, public sex, domination, dirty talk, unexpected threesomes, deviant mother figures and an appreciation for crab fritters.